It's a fact, with her the sky is brighter, I see it every time I cross the bridge back from her lips, spread my arms as wings and let the bike carry my soul while I appreciate every detail, wind caresses my forehead, the random playlist plays "Gimme Shelter", there's no evil, there's no wrong, even the damned show me their good essence, admitting that once they also were childs of the stars. Clouds observe me. There he goes, he knows, they say. The connection, the natural flow, the main purpose of this living, I know, I like, and yeh, she knows, she knows... we know
(Oh and if anyone apart from my father follows/ed this blog, sorry for not writing in a while, I'm in love, and well, what else to say? she knows)
